Homeland

There's a piece of prairie with a white picket gate The geographic center of the Lower 48 How long it's been in our family is anybody's guess We were riding these plains before the pony express There's a sycamore tree all splintered and brown Well, it used to touch the sky 'til the twister came around It's got this one green branch pointing in the air Yeah, it's still hanging on, just like the people around here You can hold back the rain, bring on the wind Knock us right down, we'll get up again We've dug in deep, made our stand This is our homeland I can feel their spirit deep in my bones Up on the hill we carved in it stone Been a long line before us, and little ones to come Yeah, it's a family thing that we're carrying on You can hold back the rain, bring on the wind Knock us right down, we'll get up again We've dug in deep, made our stand This is our homeland We've dug in deep, we've made our stand This is our home This is our homeland This is our home This is our homeland This is our homeland This is our homeland This is our homeland